I'm a couple of days late posting this, but this was taken 107 years ago. I'm not sure which family member wrote this. It's a photo of my great great grandmother and one of her daughters.
I have the physical copy of this photo and many others - some much older than this one. It strikes me every time I look at them how much nothing really changes.
We all worry about so many petty things. What are people at work saying about me behind my back? How do I look? What will people think of me? Should I post this photo on Instagram? Is my significant other cheating on me? What does it mean that [insert name] didn't like my post on [insert social media platform]? On and on. Day in and day out.
The next 107 years will go as quickly as the last, and we'll all just be ghosts in our decedents photo albums. We will be long gone. What will all the worrying and drama accomplish? The answer is obvious.
Its not that we shouldn't care about anything, we just need to keep it all in perspective. Time will keep moving and before long we'll all be gone. If we aren't engaged in the present moment and striving to create things we are proud of today, right now, then what are we doing here?
The more things change, the more they stay the same. The technology, fashion, and language change, but people don't. All we can do is try our best to live a meaningful life day to day. What else really matters?